The second explosion aided his memory.

Yes, it was Karl, with his features disfigured by a black gash in the temple....

The German pulled himself up with an agonizing shudder, then fell on his back, with his arms relaxed.
This vision was instantaneous.

The captain must think only of himself now, and springing up with a bound, he ran and ran, bending himself double, in order to offer the enemy the least possible mark.
He dreaded a general discharge, a hail of bullets; but his pursuers hesitated a few moments, confused in the darkness and not knowing surely whether it was the captain who had fallen a second time.
Only upon seeing a man running toward the ship did they recognize their error, and renew their shots.

Ferragut passed between the balls along the edge of the wharf, the whole length of the _Mare Nostrum_.